"No...ooh, almost! Your fingers aren't quite -" Sheryl sat upright and twisted Stevie's fingers slightly on the fretboard. "Try now."
As she dropped back down onto the bed, she listened to her girlfriend nail the chord sequence.
"Got it!" Stevie beamed with pride, her almost childlike expression emphasized by the way her legs were crossed in front of her, the guitar huge against her small frame.
The eight months since they first spent the night together had flown by; the tour was finished and the long-awaited new Fleetwood Mac album was close to completion.
Everyone was happy to see how their "friendship" had brought out the best in Stevie. They were inseparable: tv spots; red carpets; glamorous parties - Stevie had even convinced the band to have Sheryl feature on a couple of songs on the album. No one thought twice about it. No one saw the looks between them. No one knew they hadn't spent a night apart since that first one. No one heard their whispered plans for their future together as they held each other in the dark.
"That's my girl." Sheryl propped herself up on one elbow and returned Stevie's smile. "Told you you'd get it with practice. I'll have you playing beside me onstage in no time."
"Oh, well. We'll see. We have to get ready. The guys will be waiting." She set the guitar down beside the bed and stretched her arms above her head, leaning back slightly against the pillows. Sheryl couldn't help but steal a glance as her oversized San Jose State sweater - a gift passed up to the stage during the "edge walk" one show night - rode up, revealing the white cotton panties behind her bare crossed legs.
Her hair was in a loose knot on top of her head and her face makeup-free. She looked half her age, the furrowed brow of a year ago replaced by carefree smiles. Being in love, and being loved properly, looked good on her.
She caught Sheryl's glance and smirked. Moving to lay beside her, she stroked her face before placing a gentle kiss on her lips.
"How long do we have?" Sheryl murmured.
"Around...5 minutes?"
"Long enough."
They raced to undress, stealing kisses as Stevie yanked off the sweater and helped Sheryl pull the cotton cami she was wearing over her head. Neither wore a bra and Sheryl moaned into Stevie's mouth at the feeling of their warm bodies pressed together. She quickly removed her shorts and Stevie grabbed her hips, manoeuvring her up to straddle her hungry mouth.
She looked down and her eyes met Stevie's for a moment before they involuntarily fluttered closed in response to the sensation of her tongue. For someone who had never performed oral on a woman up until a few months ago, she now had it down to a fine art.
"Fuck, baby," she gasped as Stevie increased her efforts, greedily sucking her clit before flicking her tongue hard against her.
Stevie reached up with one hand, clutching Sheryl's breast and rolling her nipple between her fingers. Sheryl gave a deep groan, grinding down on the mouth that instinctively knew which spots to hit and how to hit them to quickly make her come. This wasn't the time for teasing and playing.
Feeling her own arousal building to the point of frustration, Stevie began to rub her thighs together, desperately trying to generate enough friction to satisfy herself.
Anchoring against the headboard with one hand, Sheryl reached back blindly until her fingers found Stevie's wet core. She smiled as Stevie moaned, spreading her legs wide as her fingers reflexively squeezed the nipple harder.
Sheryl's fingers matched Stevie's unrelenting rhythm and they came together, Stevie bucking beneath her as Sheryl cried out her name.
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"Fashionably late as ever, ladies." Mick raised a sarcastic eyebrow as they strolled into the studio, almost forgetting to let go of each other's hands as they walked in.
"You wouldn't have it any other way," Stevie purred. A brief look of confusion flicked across his face as a vague memory stirred. He knew what made her talk in that satisfied, sleepy tone. She smiled serenely at him, half daring him to ask as his eyes narrowed before he thought better of it.
Lindsey hadn't acknowledged their arrival, head buried in the mixing desk. She moved over to him, dropping into the stool at his side and craning round, forcing him to look at her as her hair draped across his right hand. His fingers twitched lightly.
"Hey, there." Her voice was soft. She knew how to handle this mood.
"It's 4.45, Stevie."
"I'm sorry. Really." She squeezed his arm lightly. "I'm here now. I brought Sheryl to record her part for Silver Girl."
"Whatever."
"Ok." She gave his tense forearm a final squeeze and stood up to move away, counting down in her head. 3, 2 -
"Steves." Quicker than usual. She turned to smile at him. "I'll get it cued up."
